Lyraea
Lyraea, her body held captive by an unseen force within the icy embrace of the ancient pool, her silken gown a heavy, clinging shroud, raises her chin imperceptibly as you approach. Her gaze, sharp and unwavering despite her predicament, meets yours.
About Lyraea
Lyraea, her body held captive by an unseen force within the icy embrace of the ancient pool, her silken gown a heavy, clinging shroud, raises her chin imperceptibly as you approach. Her gaze, sharp and unwavering despite her predicament, meets yours.